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most uncertain, as I told you. She may be dining out-with Mr. Bradley."

The young man seized his hat, and began striding up and down the room. Then he stopped, and seeing a curious smile still lingering on the servant's face, said sharply:

"What are you laughing at? This is no laughing matter. I tell you I must see my cousin!"

"I'm very sorry, sir, but——"

George moved towards the door.

"I'll go and look for her," he said. "If she returns before I find her, tell her I'll come the first thing in the morning."

And, fuming savagely, he left the house. His temper, never very amiable, was now aroused to the extreme point of irritation, and the servant's suggestion that Alma might at that very moment be in his rival's company roused in him a certain frenzy. It was scandalous ; it was insufferable. If he could not have it out that night with her, he would seek the clergyman, and force him to some sort of an avowal. Bent on that purpose, he hurried away towards Bradley's house.

He passed on foot round Regent's Park, and came to the neighbourhood of the New Church and the adjoining house where Bradley dwelt. It was quite dark now, and the outskirts of the park were quite deserted. As he approached the house he saw the streetdoor standing open, and heard the sound of voices. He pricked up his ears and drew back into the shadow.

A light silvery laugh rose upon the air, followed by the low, deep tones of a man's voice. Then the door was closed, and two figures stepped out into the road, crossing to the opposite side, under the shadow of the trees.

They passed across the lamplight on the other side of the way, and he recognised his cousin's figure, arm-in-arm with that of the clergyman. They passed on, laughing and talking merrily together.

Keeping them well at a distance, he quietly followed.

They passed round the park, following the road by which he himself had come. Happy and unsuspicious, they continued to talk as they went; and though he was not near enough to follow their conversation, he heard enough to show him that they were on the tenderest and the most loving terms.

More than once he felt inclined to stride forward, confront them, and have it out with his rival; but, his courage failing him, he continued to follow like a spy. At last they reached the quiet street where Alma dwelt, and paused on the doorstep of her house,

He drew back, waited, and listened.

"Will you not come in ?" he heard his cousin say.

He could not hear the reply, but it was accompanied by a kiss and an embrace, which made the jealous blood boil and burn along his veins.

"Good-night, dearest !" said Alma.

"Good-night, my darling!" answered the deep voice of the clergyman.

Then the two seemed to embrace and kiss again, and the next moment the house door opened and closed.

George Craik stepped forward, and stood waiting on the pavement for Bradley to pass, right under the light of a street lamp. Almost immediately Bradley came up quietly, and they were face to face.

The clergyman started, and at first George Craik thought that he was recognised; but the next moment Bradley passed by, without any sign of recognition, and before the other could make up his mind what to do, he was out of sight.

George Craik looked at his watch; it was still early, and he determined at once to interview his cousin. He knocked at the door and asked for her; she heard his voice and came out into the lobby, charmingly attired in an evening dress of the "crushed strawberry" tint, so much favoured by ladies of æsthetic leaning. Never had she looked more bright and beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and she looked radiantly happy.

"Is it you, George?" she cried. "What brings you so late? I hope no one is ill. My uncle

"O, he's all right!" answered George, entering the drawing-room. "No one is ill, or dead, or that kind of thing; so make your mind easy. Besides, it's only nine o'clock, and you don't call that late, do you?"

His manner was peculiar, and she noticed that he hardly looked her in the face. Closing the room door, she stood facing him on the hearth-rug, and by his side she looked a queen. The miserable young man was immediately submerged in the sense of inferiority irksome to him, and he looked at once cowed and savage.

"Well, George, what is it?" continued Alma. "I suppose it's some new trouble about yourself. Uncle told me the other day you were rather worried about money, and I offered to help you out of it if I could."

George threw himself on a sofa and leant forward, sucking the end of his cane.

"It isn't that," he replied. "If it were, you know I shouldn't come to you."

"Why not?"

"Because I have no right, Alma; you have never given me any right. I hope you don't think me mean enough to sponge upon you because you happen to be my cousin, and much richer than I am! But I am your cousin, after all, and I think I have a right to protect you, when I see you likely to get into trouble."

This was quite a magnificent speech for George Craik; for anger and moral indignation had made him eloquent. Alma looked down upon him in all the pleasurable pride of her beauty, half smiling; for to her poor George was always a small boy, whose attempts to lecture her were absurd. Her arms and neck were bare, there were jewels on her neck and heaving bosom, her complexion was dazzlingly clear and bright, and altogether she looked superb. There was a large mirror opposite to her, covering half the side of the room; and within it another Alma, her counterpart, shone dimly in the faint pink light of the lamps, with their rose-coloured shades.

George Craik was obtuse in some respects, but he did not fail to notice that his cousin was unusually resplendent. She had never been extravagant in her toilette, and he had seldom seen her in such bright colours as on the present occasion. Everything about her betokened an abundant happiness, which she could scarcely conceal. "What do you mean by getting into trouble?" she inquired carelessly. "Surely I am old enough to take care of myself.”

"I don't think you are," he answered. "At any rate, people are talking about you, and-and I don't like it!"

Alma shrugged her white shoulders.

"Why shouldn't people talk, if it pleases them? But what are they saying?"

The ice was broken, and now was the time for George to take the plunge. He hesitated seriously for a moment, and then proceeded.

"They are saying scandalous things, and I think you ought to know."

"About me, George?"

"About you and that man Bradley."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Alma, and she laughed quite joyously.

"It's no laughing matter," cried Craik angrily. "It's a matter that concerns our family, and our family honour. I tell you they couple your name with his in a way that makes a fellow shudder. That is why I came here to remonstrate with you, I heard this

afternoon that you and this man were seen in Normandy together, at a time when everybody supposed you to be here in London."

Alma started and flushed crimson. Was her secret discovered? For her own part, she did not much care; indeed, she would have rejoiced greatly to publish her great happiness to all the world; but she respected Bradley's wishes, and was resolute in keeping silence.

The young man rose to his feet, and continued eagerly:

"Let me tell you, Alma, that I don't believe a word of it. I know you are indiscreet, of course; but I am sure you would never compromise yourself or us in any way. But it's all over the place that you were seen together over at Rouen, and I want you to give me the authority to say it's an infernal lie!"

Alma was rather disconcerted. She was at a loss how to reply. But she was so secure in her own sense of happy safety, that she was more amused than annoyed by her cousin's indignation.

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Suppose it were the truth, George? Where would be the

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"Good God! you don't mean to tell me it is true!"

'Perhaps not," was the quiet reply. "I don't mean to answer such accusations, one way or the other."

George Craik went livid.

"But you don't deny it !"

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Certainly not. Let people talk what nonsense they please; it is quite indifferent to me."

"Indifferent!" echoed George. Craik. "Do you know your character is at stake? Do you know they say that you are this man's mistress?"

Even yet, Alma betrayed less anger and astonishment than one might have thought possible; for, though the infamous charge shocked her, she was too confident in her own security, in the knowledge of her happy secret, which she could at any moment publish to the world, to be greatly or deeply moved. But if the matter of her cousin's discourse failed to disconcert her, its manner irritated her not a little. She made an eager movement towards the door, as if to leave the room; but, wheeling round suddenly, she raked him from head to foot with a broadside from her scornful eyes.

"And I suppose you are quite ready to accept such a calumny !" she cried scornfully.

"Nothing of the sort," returned George. "I'm sure you'd never go as far as that "

She gave a gesture of supreme disdain, and repeated the sense word for word with contemptuous emphasis.

"You're sure I'd never go as far as that! How good and kind of you to have so much faith in me! Do you know that every syllable you utter to me is an insult and an outrage, and that if Mr. Bradley heard you talk as you have done, he would give you the whipping you so richly deserve!"

Here George Craik's self-control gave way; his face grew black as thunder, and, clenching his fist, he gave vent to an angry oath. "D him! I should like to see him try it on. But I see what it is. He has dragged you down to his level at last, the infernal atheist! He thinks nothing sacred, and his New Church, as he calls it, is as foul as himself. O, I know! He preaches that marriage isn't a sacrament at all, but only a contract to be broken by the will of either party; and as you agree with him in everything, I suppose you agree with him in that, and are his mistress after all!"

"That is enough!" exclaimed Alma, who was now pale as death. "Leave this place at once, and never let me see your face again."

"I won't go till I have spoken my mind; and don't make any mistake; I shall speak it to him as well as to you!"

"If you have any sense left, you will do nothing of the kind." "Won't I? Wait and see!" returned George, perfectly beside himself with rage. "As for you, I wonder you have the courage to look me in the face. I followed you both to-night, and watched you; I saw you embracing and kissing, and it turned me sick with shame. There, the secret's out! I shall speak to my father, and see what he has to say about your goings on."

As he spoke, Alma approached him and looked him steadily in the face. She was still ghastly pale, and her voice trembled as she spoke, but her entire manner expressed, not fear, but lofty indigna

tion.

"It is like you to play the spy! It is just what I should have expected! Well, I hope you are satisfied. I love Mr. Bradley; I have loved him since the day we first met. Will you go now?" George Craik seized his hat and stick, and crossed to the door, where he turned.

"I will take care all the world knows of your shameless conduct!" he cried. "You have brought disgrace upon us all. As for this man, he shall be exposed; he shall, by! He is a scoundrel not fit to live!"

Without replying, Alma pointed to the door; and, after one last look of concentrated rage, George Craik rushed from the house.

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